Andy somehow managed to make it back with Frank without dying, though he definitely looked a little bit more disheveled.
“You interrupted my burial.” Frank looked up at Max, almost pouting, but of course he didn’t. A pouting Frank would have been just as dangerous as an angry Frank.
“Frank, the Capital knows where we are. We have to leave now.”
“But my burial...”
“Then it’s not proper anymore.”
“We’ll make it a better burial.”
“That still wouldn’t work.”
“Frank. Just once. Please. It’s either leave or die. Your choice.”
“Well, I suppose if you put it like that...” Frank muttered.
“Well, what do you think? I’m not going to sit here and die. Not just yet.”
Max smiled at Frank.
“Alright guys. Let’s get going.” They picked up their packs and were about to set out when they heard a loud buzzing noise and then a crash.
“Shit!” Max cursed loudly. “Everyone, run!”
More buzzes rang through the forest and now revealed the clunky bombs that ran through the forest. There had never been a large need for high technology and weapons since the plague and the only ones the Capital did have were clunky, loud, and often malfunctioned. But to defenseless citizens, these were enough.
The four ran through the forest quickly. They could hear more noises as the Capital sent its forces out to attack them. Unfortunately, past the enchanted river (or the Last River, as it was called), tracking became extremely hard for the Capital. Fortunately for Max of course. The noises became farther and farther and they lost the trail of bombers. Until it showed up, landing right in front of them.
You got to be fucking kidding me.